Is It Hot In Here? // Illness

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    Was it getting hot? Patchhowl wasn't sitting in the sun, since it caused his wounds to burn. He wasn't in a warm area, since they were reserved for thd higher ups. Did one of his wounds get infected? No, he was in the medicine den every day to get checked out. Hawkpaw or Halcyon would have noticed an infection. Patchhowl was panting now. It was to hot; he needed a drink. He pulled himself to his paws, swaying a bit. That was normal, right? He was still a bit off balance. Patchhowl took a deep breath, before limping forward. He took a few steps, before collapsing.

    // UT!!!!!!! SESSHOMARU!!!!!


    Typhoonstrike smelled Patchhowl, he was a warrior now, he couldn't believe it.

    The blue-grey warrior stepped up to his son and nudged him. Is it normal for him to be this hot? No. Something's wrong.

    "Patchhowl? Patchhowl, answer me."

    /UT: ;D;D

    Sess: *deep breath* UT, it's time to die.



    Patchhowl was delirious. He looked up, vision swimming. Typhoonstrike was there, but his eyes weren't scratched up. And the little bundle of fur next to him. "Patch! Didja miss me?" Patchhowl took a shuddering breath. "... Tuft?"

    // Let me help you, Sess! *pulls out shimmering knife laced with poison*


    Typhoonstrike tilts his head, confused.

    "Patchhowl, Tuftpaw is dead. He was torn apart by the dogs. Are-are you okay? Maybe I should get a medicine cat?"

    //UT: Try me! I have Tuft!

    Tuft: Hi!


    Patchhowl cocked his head. "H-he can't be dead, he's right th-there..." he panted, jabbing a trembling paw ay the air.

    //*growls and puts down knife* Then I'll leave you just alive enough to type and think. Sound good, Sess?


    Typhoonstrike is now extremely worried. "No, he's not. I'm going to get help."

    He smells a medic somewhere close by. "Hawkpaw! Minkpaw! If one of you can hear me, I need help! Something's wrong with Patchhowl!"


    HAWKMOTH   Mink that Plays with Lizard

    Patchhowl chuckles. "Hey, Tuft, where'd you go?" His shoulder was bleeding, a wound ripped open upon the fall. "Oh, look at that. Blood." Patchhowl giggled.

    Typhoonstrike tilted his head again.

    "I-I can't look. Remember? My eyes..."

    Oh, please hurry and someone help....

    Typhoonstrike straightened before leaning down and trying to staunch the blood flow from Patchhowl's shoulder, he couldn't see it, but he could smell it.

    Typhoonstrike jerked up. Fluxpaw?

    "Um, no. You're Patchhowl. Not Fluxpaw..."

    Oh, StarClan, something is very, very wrong!!"

    "Patchhowl? What a strange name!" He attempted to sit up, falling. "Oof, I can't feel my legs!" He looked down, then gave a little shriek. "My leg! Where'd it go?"


    (This was a fun post XD)

    //Wow, you're having fun with this??? Am I talking to UT or Sess?


    Typhoonstrike set a paw on Patchhowl's head to keep him from getting up again.

    Then he grabbed him by the scruff and hurried for the medics' den. I gotta get some help, I can't lose them both, I just can't.

    (Its UT of course, but I thought that little leg skit was funny)


    Patchhowl stared at the spot where his lrg had been. "Where did you take it? Where are you hiding it?"

    //I am so mad at you, ya know that right?


    Typhoonstrike set Patch down just inside the medics' den. "How could I take and hide your leg without you noticing?"

    Then he calls out into the den. "Hawkpaw, Minkpaw, I need some help. I think Patchhowl is sick!"

    ❝ I AM NOT AFRAID TO KEEP ON LIVING ❞

    [one of the cats you tagged should have been hal, i would have seen this sooner]

    "Stop dragging him, mouse-brain." Halcyon's voice was curt and sharp. The long-haired tom took one glance over Patchhowl's form, eyes focusing on the blood first before noting the limp and confused way the warrior was acting. "Okay, help me carry him to the den." Gently, Halcyon attempted to slide Patchhowl over his shoulder, waiting for Typhoon to help carry. "Once we get there and get him settled, go out and collect as much moss as you can and soak it in water."

    ❝ I AM NOT AFRAID TO WALK THIS WORLD ALONE ❞

    // Sorry, I really need to try and keep on top of who is who in WC...


    Typhoonstrike nodded. "Okay, I might be a little sloppy since I can't see where anyone is."

    He slipped Patch onto Halycon's shoulders and then slipped the rest of Patch onto his own shoulders.

    // Sess: Itold you not to post the damn thread you idiot.

    UT: When do I ever listen to you? Also, the next few lines are pretty funny.



    Patchhowl glared at Typhoonstrike. "I bet you ate it." He huffed. "And you didn't save me any." At Halcyon's arrival, he bristled. "And you probablyhelped!" After being pushed on the medics shoulders. "Put me down or I'll. . ." Patchhowl then began to aggressively lick Halycon's ears. "I wont let you eat me..."

    // Okay, now even I'm laughing.


    Typhoonstrike tilted his head. "Hey, we're not cannibals...."

    The senior warrior frowned. "My son thinks I ate his leg....and that a medicince cat apprentice helped...this is not like Patchhowl at all..."

    ❝ I AM NOT AFRAID TO KEEP ON LIVING ❞

    [no worries [: ]


    Halcyon's bushy tail flicked with discomfort and annoyance as his ears begun being licked. Choosing to just ignore it, at least for now, the medicine cat focused on Typhoonstrike and what he was saying. "Considering it's summer, it might be heat exhaustion, even if he hasn't been in the sun today. I'll have to check if there's an infection in his wounds but there shouldn't be anything that causes a cat to act like this." Part of him wondered it was another tick bite, just like last year. But there wasn't any way for him to find out until they made it to the medicine den, carefully setting the young warrior down on a bed of moss. Quickly and expertly the mottled tom started examining Patchhowl.


    [could you let me know what all needs to be looked at and fixed?]

    ❝ I AM NOT AFRAID TO WALK THIS WORLD ALONE ❞